His photo was e-mailed to us by a rescue centre in Almeria. We had contacted them earlier looking for a puppy or two for our daughter and Spanish son-in-law who had recently come to live here.
I showed the photo to 'himself' who said 'oh go on then'. Next day we drove the 130 k to the sanctuary near Mojacar and fetched him home.
He had been found, in a cardboard box along with two other older pups of a different breed, outside the sanctuary gates one morning in November. They thought he was about 8 weeks old. Much later we realised that he had only half a tail.
Layla wanted to play with him as soon as she saw him.
He survived the rough and tumble and grew to be just a little smaller than her. A year or so ago there was no difference in the speed they could achieve when running and chasing around the garden but Layla has slowed down now and doesn't want to play as much as Dobby would like.
One of Dobby's favourite things to do is growling, barking at and jumping up walls to try to get to the Geckos that come out after the sun goes down.
His other favourite thing is to have us throw his ball up in the air so that he can jump to catch it when it comes down. He will hover over the ball waiting until some one passes nearby in the hope that they will throw it for him and he will drop the ball out of our reach when we are sitting down and growl to say throw it for me as if he thinks our arms are six feet long but...we have never been able to get him to bring the ball back to us. There is obviously no retriever in his genes.
He is almost 3 years old now.
